Precious Love - Love is Precious sequel

Chapter 2- Sad Birthday. Happy Child.

Listen to the music in the multimedia. Helps you get a better understand of how Aniyah is feeling after the incident.

TRIGGER WARNING: Dark Themes, Mentions of suicide.

Aniyah

I am broken. No other way of saying it. Just straight... broken.

Then to keep all of the feelings bottled up makes it worse.

Thought I could just end it all. Ya' know? Give Mackenzie to Michael and just rot in a grave 6 feet deep.

Get away from everything.... including myself.

My soul has left my body and is only leaving me to mope and make songs for the world like everything is good and jolly.

My mind is telling me to smile and look normal. Make sure you smile so nobody ask questions.

The only person I really smile around is Mackenzie. I might be sad and going back into my depressed state but one thing you learn as a mother is never let your kids see your hurt.

Don't let them see your hurt. How can you not show your hurt when your hurt is hurt and then even more hurt.

I hide mines from Michael and Mackenzie. I might not be with Michael anymore but I can tell he deeply still cares for me.

The people you care for the most sometimes hurts you. Yet, I didn't know somebody you barely know can literally demolish you. Break you down... then kill you.

When your hurt and on the bottom of the list they don't give a shit about you. When you do big shit they care. When you doing you and is having a cry out for help... they turn the other way... Fuck Family.

It's sad how family works. It's sad how my mind is working right now.

Shit, it's sad that I'm this sad. Yet, if they were to get raped half of their childhood and then raped by their children doctor let's see how fucking broke they be.

Kill me now numb the pain.

But, I gotta motivate myself. Yeah cause that's going so fuckin' great. It's great for me to motivate myself when I'm the one that's down.

Yet, if anybody else was down and at the lowest they can be... I motivate them. Sad how nobody can return but as soon as you got money everybody say this and that about some damn money.

The mind, body, and soul is all connected. When your mind is dead... you body and soul is also.

I am dead. That's the only part. God is putting all hear fucked up hurdles in my path. Yet, if I was to say Fuck God also... I'm wrong!

THEN WHAT IS THE FUCKING ANSWER! FUCK MEN? FUCK FAMILY? FUCK EVERYBODY?

I'm just dead and gone. My soul... what is that? My mind... crimson red. My body... got me in the situation I am in now... so fuck that too.

No tears to show.

I'll keep this fake ass smile. I'll continue to do Aniyah cause at the end of the day. They don't know.